Gladden thy heart
Love is beautiful
to the human soul
You’ve deny thy
heart of its necessary food.
apathy whispers against
a belly full of chaos,
fear is overwhelmed
and dispelled, at the place
where perfect love dominates.
feast on love, feed on love;
thy soul gets it nourishment
from His loyal love
` A.G. McDaniels
When you consider the gospel or the good news, its suppose to be good, right? The good news is not a bad news, showcasing all your mistakes and how miserable your life is. Its about what Christ has done irrespective of our effort. Its the power of God unto salvation ( Safety, healing, forgiveness, well-being, peace and prosperity) For some reason, the gospel has become a mixture of more bad news and a little good news.
The gospel tells you this; “yes there is sickness in the world, there is pain, chaos and misfortunes, but you have already overcome the power of the wicked through Christ”. “You are no more looking at life from the window of trying hard to get healing or to walk out of pain. In Christ you are already healed through His stripes. This is the so good to be true news, that emphasize on what is already done on Christ Jesus.
Galatians 1:8 New Living Translation Let God’s curse fall on anyone, including us or even an angel from heaven, who preaches a different kind of Good News than the one we preached to you
HURTS – There is a lot of hurt people in our world today. Millions of people in this fallen universe can’t raise their heads up from the storms of shame, pain, poverty, and all the bad report of the media.
“If the Church becomes the center of emphasizing on the hurt of men, instead of feeding the heart with the glad tidings that set men free, then we are doomed”
As a Christian and a believer of Jesus Christ, going to church should give me a certain sense of assurance, that my heart will be watered with the so good to be true news of Jesus Christ. The news that gladdens the heart and convert the soul, from grace to grace. To feel condemned, downcast, and miserable in the house of God, through the preaching Gods word means you are not hearing the gospel. The gospel paint a picture of your glorious position in the finished work of Christ. The gospel does not place a burden on your shoulders. Neither does the gospel evaluate you on the basis of your circumstances. You are evaluated on the basis of Sonship. A new creation in Christ Jesus. You are a child of the King – the old slave house is destroyed, and now you are anew in Him. ( See 2 Corinthians 5:15-17)
There is now therefore no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:1)
Sadly, our churches are filled with people who have become accustomed to being lambasted through the preaching of the word. Religion put people into prisons of fear and guilt, just to motivate men to chase God with desperation. We are not to serve God in desperation – like servants seeking an opportunity to meet the King. Serve God with an attitude of rest. God is nearer to you than a friend. And I don’t think we operate from desperation when we want to meet our best friend. He is a friend and also a lover, who breathes upon you with jealousy. His hands are always stretched to lavish you with goodness.
WHAT ARE YOU HEARING? – Do you have the hope and the peace of Christ within your heart; in your walk with God? Do you feel restful or condemned? Are you tired of going to church? Friend, if church feels boring and scary for you, then you must be in a wrong place. There is nothing as beautiful like going into the house of God and having the confidence that the beloved has invited you to His banqueting table and His banner of love will be waving high through praises, worship and in the preaching of the word. In such an atmosphere, you are indulged in the fountain of uncommon grace, which flows from the rock, who is Jesus Christ. I entreat you to feed on the loveliness of Christ, and guard your heart from the other gospel which places burdens and yoke upon your heart. You are what you are hearing. Your persuasions of life are built on the foundation of what kind of words you have accepted as beliefs. Find a grace centered ministry, and drink from the cup of Jesus; reaching the full stature of who you are in Christ.
Thanks for reading.
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I love this prose poetry. Thanks for sharing your gift of writing to the world. – A.G. McDaniels
Originally posted on Naked Christian:
Happy Mothers Day to All African Mothers. Woman at work by Teseum
I wish I could do a writing project recording the prayers of mothers in Africa. I would walk across the continent with a pen and a paper. In war town countries and drought stricken nations, I would visit in search of mothers.
They sit by the bus terminus, fruits and vegetables on an old wooden table. Shouting to passersby and travelers. All they want is a Naira, Pula, Rand or Dollar for the kids at home.
Husbands drowning themselves in opaque beer, or long lost to war, mothers sweat for their children. Sending the kids to school, far or near, but with lots of money to pay. For school fees, uniform, forget about books.
Ravaged by disease, they cry out to God, not for their own health, but for an afflicted son. With AIDS breathing fire, young men…
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Who has seduced the heart of the universe; that we
Are dancing to the tune of weakness wickedness?
Who has shut down the souls sun, to not give love
to the tender meadows bloom?
Who are these, who walk with face of chaos;
trampling on the ground, the flower child?
This place smells suffering, death, blood, and pain –
for the black migratory birds of the Gold Coast.
Kwame and Oliseh, worried about the safety of their family,
and the new business at the heart of Johannesburg.
Khumalo weeps like a child, at Soweto; the death of his two
daughters. Born and raised at Cape Town: He is from the South,
married to a Gambian – they are at the crossroad of love and
insanity, not knowing where to turn.
Mind boggling. The world watch, Hennessy in her hands – soul
numb, to the souls bleeding in hells opening mouth, on black
Did we forget that when one soul bleeds, we are all bleeding?
Your pain and loss is my pain and loss. We shall overcome pain,
We shall overcome our loss, with love. Yes! with love ……
we shall overcome every hurt and instability.
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angry desires, teared my
patience into bits & pieces.
O’ the world refused to hear
I run out of a rebellious city,
a dark world; hiding myself in
an isolated dark cave, burning
with rage. How I have wanted
to change her, but she paid deaf
ear to my beautiful song.
Let me tell you a secret; “instead
of changing the world, I decided
to change myself, from burning
with rage; dancing in the rain of
pure love; cleansing my soul from
all other desires.” Just as a maid
watch the hand of her mistress,
the world drink from the cup in
my hands, with deep curiosity
She is the light which brought you forth
From the dark womb of depravity pain
Pursue her; delighting yourself in her light
Don’t ever say; “I have come of age, there is
No need of going back to the basics of wisdom.”
Truth is your mother. Calmly, sit on her lap;
Feeding your soul, nourishing your heart.
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Lucifer asked me for a hug.
Characteristic of him,
he kissed me; crawling into
this fragile heart – a rubble
home he made for himself,
and his his many cohorts.
Alas, i sit under the sway
of the puppet master, singing
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Hope awaits thy weary soul
O’ lonely bird on migration
Wayfarer, pilgrim soldier;
Kiss the King
Romance the Son
Red love passions
Your breeze of fellowship
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